Gladiators B.o.B (Ft. J. Cole)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Okay, so I'm on the beat, what am I supposed to rhyme?
What am I supposed to do in this booth? Am I to flow a line?
What am I, a spokesman now? What am I, a poster child?
What am I supposed to smile?
What am I supposed to be the dopest MC to hold this down?
What if I wasn't poor as a child?
What if I didn't grow up in doubt?
I probably shouldn't be smoking so much, my mind is over fried
But still I notice how them same folks will smile
In your face, but behind your back them same folk will frown
But that's enough about them, talk about me
Yes, B to the O, I said B to the O
And to the B, I owe it to the streets
And I ain't trying to brag, but you know your boys a beast
And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
And my song will carry on 'til I no longer speak
My soul is also Kosher added to the fact I'm cheap
And I put that on my grandma, Othella, so rest in peace
Hater

[Ad-Libs: J. Cole]
Yeah, nigga
Hey, yeah, nigga
Hey